Easter candy I stole borrowed from the boy.
Did you have an amazing holiday weekend? It was wet here and dark and gloomy and basically Oregon in April.
As most of you know, Iz and I sit down and have mochas together every morning. It’s a way of touching bases. You would think two people who both work from home already spend enough time together, but we really cherish our ritual. We talk about last night’s dreams (he has apocalyptic dreams, I have sex dreams. We might need therapy!) and our plans for the upcoming day. We review what happened while I slept (he’s up early, early for work. I sleep best alone) and sometimes we just savor each other’s company in silence.
If it’s a weekend, our coffee time tends to stretch out across the morning. And on those days I have time to wake up and wind up and oh boy. IZ gets treated to all the sermons on my mind. I stand in the kitchen trying to talk over the espresso machine—I get a little angsty. He listens with that bemused smile on his face—and I’ll give him credit, he multi-tasks well. “You know, here’s what I’m thinking I should blog about today. . . ” and I’m off!
Problem is, if IZ endures a sermon blog post from me then it’s highly unlikely that I’ll actually blog on the topic. Despite my orally crafting sentences and themes and putting it all together in a logical fashion. Sometimes these little rants of mine come out completely formed and sometimes, I stand there sifting through the mire chucking  boulders for the splash,
“I’m thinking about “unfriending” half the people I know on Facebook. That’s a good hook, right?”
“What do you mean I’m being hyperbolic? I do too think it should be illegal for 20 somethings to give  marriage advice.”
“What? I can’t say that on the blog? IT’S MY BLOG and I don’t think Jesus would mind.”
“What readers? I can’t alienate readers I don’t have.”
“If you didn’t want me to blog about how you used the force to remove my bra, you shouldn’t have done it. There should be some compensation for living with a man who thinks he has jedi powers.”
And that’s all before I get my cofffee! It’s not that he talks me out of anything. It’s more like I talk myself into boredom on the topic (or in the  case of the jedi mind tricks, laugh myself into an asthma fit!). But it does make me wonder if I’d blog more if we didn’t have coffee together on the weekends.
That’s a lot of ifs.
Well, I can’t help it if I *do* have jedi bra powers… 😉 Anyway can’t skip the coffee routine. You just need a new laptop so you can blog *while* we have coffee time. 🙂
As for unfriending… they aren’t a part of YOUR tribe… you should do what you wish!
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Seriously? The Jedi Bra thing? Yeah, my lungs still hurt over that. ~W
I do the same thing with some people, minus the coffee. I work it all out without ever blogging it. My husband hates coffee and computer, so we’re not compatible in that regard. Unfriend away–as long as I’m not involved!! 🙂
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Oh, no worries, Margaret! Plus, I’m too much of a chicken to be unfriending people. Don’t ask me why. Maybe I should take IZ’s advice. ~W
Aw – I love this.
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Aw, thanks! 😀 ~W
You need to stop talking to IZ so I can have something to read about. Seriously. Also, would IZ teach me the jedi bra trick?
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Heh, I should just BLOG before I talk to him. 😀 ~W
Conversations like these are what the best mariages are made of! Love the Jedi comment XD
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Thanks, Sara. I adore your work, btw!! ~W
I love conversations like those ones.
I dream that I have to save the world from the apocalypse. Or from sparkling teen trash novels… Not stressful – just all in a night’s work. But I always wake up just before the sex. It’s sad. You’d think the hero would get the guy before she had to wake up, eh? 🙂
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Yeah, that seems wrong, Carly. Who said that mere mention of a heroine means that a hero must show up in due course? Seems to me you’re waking up too early. ~W
my mind doesn’t work before coffee (or tea) but i craft all my wondrous blog posts while i am dozing off to sleep, and then they are gone when i wake up
i think it’s great you have that morning ritual, i really don’t drink coffee (never did) but for a while (before we were married) we lived about 3 hours from family (for work) and would drive down together to see them on the weekend…he would drop me off at my mom’s house and he would go for coffee with his dad and on the three hour trip back, he wouldn’t stop talking…it’s really a wonder we got married and still have anything to say…what i really wanted to know, though, is how many cups he drank with his dad…too many!
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Yeah, I don’t think it’s the coffee as much as the making of time. It’s something we always do. ALWAYS. No matter how sick we might be, we sit down and touch bases. And after 20 years, I feel like we have MORE to say to each other. 😀 ~W
Hi Wende!
Remember me? Robin, stranded out here on the prairie in Montana?
Well, I have been so busy with school that I have had to let my blog reading go as well as have carved my FB down to family because I just did not have enough time to keep it going :-). I know excuses, excuses.
I had forgotten about the peaceful beauty of your photographs and funny stories. I am glad to see hubs and boy are doing well.
My hubs has finally relented and we are looking at homes in Astoria! What is gray to you is sunshine to me. We are looking at something on Duane street. Would you know much about the slide a few years ago? I am sure the Realtor is forthwith 😉 but another POV would be nice. We have a relative that can go see it but I am sure you have your finger on the pulse. Thanks, and hoping I will hear from you. Get thee to the crab festival!
I don’t want you to stop talking with IZ, but I do think you should blog about all of the above! 🙂
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I thought I just did? 😀 ~W
My mother says that having and writing in a journal saves you from saying stupid and idiotic things later, because you can work issues out between its pages. Maybe IZ is like your journal…but you should never use permanent ink on him.
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Heh, that’s funny, because he HATES to have any writing on him. Freaks out, in fact, if he thinks you’re going to “mark him.” Yes, yes I do chase him around with a marker to watch him squeal. Ok, I don’t, but I could. 😀 ~W
I like analogies and am still mourning the fact that they are no longer part of the SAT tests.
blogging : conversation with one’s beloved :: dream sex : making love and maybe baby
May I ask a huge favor, Wende? Your beautiful video from your 3/24 “Condensing” Mireio’s Spring line post – would you be so kind as to share the name of the music/performance avec moi?
Miss you! It was lovely catching up here!
xo